| Wild roses, that is the scent that caught my nose today. The sweet smell of roses on the breeze. Stopping me in my tracks. Pushing pause on all the random agendas and thoughts streaming this morning. It was pure heaven. Of course I reveled in it–breathing deeply, smiling.Shaking off the tension that was building on the agendas of the day. For a bit. Then my brain started its meandering. First, the value placed on the scent of the perfume Mary massaged Jesus’ feet with. The shame Judas tried to place on her because of the value of the scent. Yet that is one story that made the Biblical edits:). The music of Starling Arrow and Wild Sweet, spoke to the mystery of the spring senses. Then the first time I smelled wild roses. We had moved to “the country” from the “city”. I was 12, and the city mouse was completely overwhelmed with the country culture.I did not fit in–at all. Much like the city mouse, I became shy–yes, I know that was quite a few years ago. I spent hours in the spring and summer buried in books and intermittent tears for the devastation of the move. All the angst of adolescence. My parents had barely made it through the house build and move themselves. I had a room painted sunshine yellow which helped.But one spring day–my windows open–a divine smell. It enveloped and stilled all angst. It was nothing I had ever smelled before. As sweet as Aunt Eva’s gardenia, but so much more pervasive. Wrapping around me like a warm blanket. I spent that day meandering on the hill, breathing in the wild roses. It was a balm to the adolescent angst. Somehow it let me know that though things were going to be different than I remembered, it would not all be bad. Some 50 years later, I can say that even if things are less than perfect in our world, we have joys. Joys often captured through our senses. What smell, view, picture, touch, taste, or sound brings you peace? What makes you sing without reason? Can you find a sensory delight today that stops you in your mental tracks? Maybe it is not wild roses, but maybe a candle scent. Maybe it is not the touch of early courtship, but it is the hug or the hand held. Could it be the buttercup’s glow under a chin? Or the tip taste of honeysuckle on the tongue? Breath deeply, watch closely, listen intently savor the tastes. Use your 5 senses to strengthen your 6th spiritual sense. Push past the agendas and the angst to the sweet essentials. Flashes of paradise. |
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Wild Roses
